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Taking off your jacket, you quickly get on your knees to assist your boyfriend Satoru

“Right over here baby” he muttered under his breath, nervous but contempt with the view. You rolled your eyes, sharply stating back “I know” before running your hands over him. Lil noises escaped his mouth with just the delicate touch of your finger tips over his naked thigh. “Be gentle, please baby” he pleaded. You could already feel his bright blue eyes burning the top of your head with plead and mercy “like this is the first time Satoru” you reminded him. The way he loved how his name sounded coming from your lips. It made the situation a lil easier for him to handle

“Stop shaking your fucking leg Satoru!” “Im sorry! It hurts!” He cried, falling back unto the mattress and fake crying into a pillow “it’s just a lil cut satoru! Let me bandage it already. It’s gonna get infected!” Having no choice, you prop yourself up, locking his leg between your knees to bandage the small cut he got from scratching his leg against some thorns “gosh you big baby…What would you do without me~”

Gojo begged like his life depended on it and for some reason he thought it did

“please baby. You can’t do this to me” he even took off his blindfold so you could see the fake tears welling up in his eyes. You merely scoffed “Satoru, give it up. Your begging isn’t gonna work” but he was persistent. If he had to throw a tantrum, he would “nooo, you can’t! I beg you. One chance. Just give me one more chance. I promise I’ll be good baby” his head hung low as he pleaded with his hands clasped in front of him. You could hear the fake sniffles and it was ridiculous that such a man could be crying over something so small

“Satoru it’s only 48 dollars for the rent. You’re not broke. Pay up” you held your hand out and he looked at you. Sulking, like how dare you upgrade your property so fast “you’re the worst person to play monopoly with” you didn’t feel bad as he handed you the colored bills “at least you won’t have to worry bout going broke in real life” you said, tryna make him feel a lil better but he was petty “with how much I’m spoiling you, I might have to- ow!” He covered the part of his head you just smacked “No one’s asking you to spend your money so carelessly on me Satoru! Now stop sulking and roll the dice”

Accent(s)

CW: angst, no comfort

“Divorce”. It was said funny. Your husband knew you were French and had a little accent with certain words, you had warned him, but he only rarely heard that little accent but it just made it even more special. He cherished the few words you would say with your adorable accent. Squirrel was one of them. No effort on that one. You’d just say “skwi-rel” and call it a day. He laughed so hard the first time he cried. Then there was “hierarchy”. And after that “throughout”. The little accent mishaps were so precious to your husband. It was like he was the only one who truly knew you. He was the sole guardian of your secrets. Of course those had to stay secret because you get embarrassed easily. Today, as you utter for the first time in 10 years of being happily married the word divorce. Your husband can’t help the bittersweet taste forming in his mouth and feel the loathe in his heart. He loathes that you said the word, but he loathes himself even more for breaking your heart to the point of making you drop to your knees with tears filled eyes. You were never one to show negative emotions. You kept those to yourself. You thought that showing your tears to anyone was an admission of weakness and you were nothing short of mighty. He had traded an amazing partner for a few minutes of fun. He felt flattered a younger woman . And here he was, as you went back to the impassible facade you once had when you first met with your husband. A facade he took so long to break in. A facade that had kept you safe from people like him. 

Almost

There was always an almost with you and Geto.

Geto x f!reader. Mentions of death. This is fluff to angst. Spoilers for JJK!

Almost holding his hand.

The first year of Jujutsu Tech was interesting to say the least. Getting out of your comfort zone and meeting new people you would spend a lifetime with. It was all so sudden. You left your clan, your family behind and started a new life there.

Though after a while you managed to settle down. Your three classmates Shoko, Gojo and Geto were nice to be with. Shoko was calmer than the two and you formed a nice friendship with her faster than with them. She was there from day one, with a friendly smile on her face and a cigarette hanging between her lips.

The smell of cigarettes felt calming after a while. You always knew it was her walking around the corner and it felt comforting.

Geto and Gojo became your good friends a bit later on in the first year. As douchey as they were they understood that you needed time to feel comfortable around them and they respected that. They gave you personal space until you started talking with them more, going on missions together and coming back with tears in your eyes from all of the laughter.

It felt good. In those moments you almost forgot how much you actually missed home. Soon enough these three people became your second family.

And now as you lay on the grassy field at 3AM with Geto next to you, it feels right.

“Couldn’t sleep?” He turns his face to look at you. And as you do the same you think how angelic he truly looked. He was the opposite from Gojo, who had plenty of girls following him around and feeding into his already big ego, but you never really understood why. In your eyes Geto was the best looking guy you’ve seen. His now messy hair is free from the hair tie that always keeps his hair in place. It falls on his face framing it in a way that makes him look like a painting. His dark eyes meet yours as he awaits for your answer.

“Mhm..” you hum and give him a soft smile. “It’s a rough night.” you whisper. “The mission today sucked out my energy, but I just can’t stop thinking about the kids who died in front of our eyes. We almost saved them..” a frown etches onto your face as you sigh. “When I close my eyes that’s all I see.”

Geto shuffles closer to you and your hands touch.

“It’s not your fault.” He calmly states. “It’s life, (L/N). We’re trying to make it better, but you have to remember that we can’t save everyone.”

His hand tries to reach your palm, hold it in his bigger one, but before he can do that..

“Hey, guys!” Gojo’s annoying voice screeches. “You should’ve told me you’re having a slumber party or something.”

When he almost asked you out.

Geto was pacing around his dorm room. His hair is in a messy bun, he’s slightly irritated and you can tell by the way his eyebrows are slightly arched. He has a mean look on him and Gojo is confused as he has never seen his friend like that.

At first the white haired male doesn’t want to interfere as his friend looked out of it. ‘It’s like his whole family died’ he thinks as he keeps staring at Geto.

“Just calm down.” Gojo grins. “I’m sure everything will be fine. She likes you back for sure, dude. The way she looks at you? Like you hung the moon and the stars. Just believe in yourself, Suguru.”

“You don’t understand, Satoru. She’s different. I don’t want to ruin whatever we have.” His pace becomes faster. “I really care about her. I want her in my future. But what if she doesn’t see me like that? I can’t imagine losing her.” He frowns.

Gojo groans and stands up from Geto’s bed. He walks up to his friend and puts a hand on his shoulder and squeezes it in reassurance.

“She likes you. You just have to calm down.” Gojo smiles warmly at his friend, supporting him. “I can see it with all of my eyes.”

Geto hits Gojo’s shoulder and both of them laugh. It doesn’t feel tense anymore.

Though no matter how long Gojo stayed in his room, Geto never got the courage to ask you out. Especially not after he saw you through his window. Laughing at what Nanami said.

When he almost kissed you.

“Ugh.” Geto groans as he looks at his notepad, slowly losing his hope to understand the subject. “This is bullshit.” He throws the pen on the table and rubs his eyes in frustration.

“You think?” You sarcastically roll your eyes while trying to comprehend what you were even reading right now.

“We’re failing this, (L/N).” He sighs and closes his notepad, putting it back in his bag. “I’m done with this. I don’t care anymore. Literally could give less of a shit.”

“I get it.” You smirk and stretch also giving up on understanding the topic of math. “It’s like this isn’t even real. Who created this theory?”

Geto stands up from the chair that he was sitting on and walks towards where you were seated on the carpet in the middle of your dorm room.

“Wanna do something else?” He raises a brow. “Like.. Watch a movie?”

“I don’t have any new ones.” You answer him quickly. “Unless you want to rewatch the same old five cassette tapes I have.” You say already knowing his answer. He lets out a huff and falls into your bed groaning mumbling something about how boring it is.

You grin and stand up shuffling towards the bed and fall onto his body and he gasps as he feels the weight of someone else’s body on top of his. He starts whining and you start laughing. The room erupts with noises as he starts an argument that you’re not even participating in. It feels fresh. It feels like spring when nature is reborn again. It feels warm and inviting.

As the laughs die down you to lay next to each other, looking at each other’s faces and studying them. He smiles at you softly noticing how your cheeks are dusted in pink. He reaches out and softly, as if you were made out of glass, he follows your features with his thumb. As if he was trying to remember how your face felt. It felt like he was an artist and you were the art.

He let’s out a noice of satisfaction and his grin gets bigger. He slowly starts to inch towards your face. You look into his eyes, feeling like your heart will soon jump out of your chest. Your lips are millimetres apart, but before they can collide, loud noises can be heard from the outside.

You two jump off of the bed in a rush.

Someone was attacking Jujutsu Tech.

When he almost..

Your heart is breaking. It was stupid. So so stupid. Your hands reach into your hair and you swear you could pull everything out. Your skin felt itchy and your stomach felt like it had butterflies trying to dig their way out.

It was crushing you. Your whole life you knew and had fell apart in a few hours. As you laid in your bed, holding yourself, trying to keep yourself from falling apart, your window opens.

You don’t even need to lift your head up to know who it was.

“I’m sorry.” Were the first words you heard. “I wish things could be different.” He keeps on talking, while you stay quiet. Only broken sobs were heard from your laying body. “In another life we will be married and raising five children.” Suguru laughs bitterly, walking up to your bed. He sits down next to you and takes you in his arms. He wipes away your tears. "But the world we live in now, isn’t so kind to people like us."

“Five kids with you doesn’t sound so bad..” you whisper in tears “I hope that’s true.. And that in another lifetime things are different.”

Suguru lets out a soft chuckle, looking into your eyes. “Of course it’s true. I’m sure one of them will look just like me.” He gives you a warm embrace, feeling your tears on his chest. “Please don’t cry (Y/N), you’re making my heart ache.”

“You’re the one to say that.” Your voice breaks. “Why.. why are you choosing that path?”

“(Y/N)..” he hugs you tightly as if he always wants to remember the feeling of you laying on his chest. “Our paths are way too different. I’m sure you’ll find all of the answers on your own.” He smiles. “I can’t stay for long. They’re looking for me already.” Suguru leans in and for the first time your lips touch. Though rather than giving you joy it felt like he was taking everything away from you. It was melodramatic. He came to say goodbye and took your heart with him. “I’m sorry.” He whispers and before you can do anything, he leaves. And as you lay in bed you realised that not only did he take your heart he also took away the warmth of summer and spring and left you alone with the coldness of winter.

As he leaves the grounds of Jujutsu Tech he stops for a second and looks back. With a sigh he turns around and leaves.

When he almost stayed.

Decade

Even after a decade Shoko still loves you.

I don’t think I mentioned any gender here, so Shoko x reader. Angst to fluff. Love me some Shoko. Around 900 words

Her thumb keeps pressing down on a lighter time after time. There’s a spark, but no fire. Her thin hands began to shake as she gets annoyed at the old and cheap lighter she bought at the small shop near Jujutsu Tech. It’s run by an old and nice lady that just wants to continue her family business, but her children have no interest in that. It’s a sad sight, Shoko thinks as she gives up on the lighter and throws it away. Her back rests on the wall behind her, the same way the unlit cigarette sits between her lips. She looks up to the sky and mumbles something under her breath. Life hasn’t been easy lately. She had one too many patients come to her and all she wants is to relax. But the dark circles under her eyes, the ramen boxes in the trash can in her office, the now useless lighter are just a few signs that she doesn’t remember the last time she could do that.

Suddenly there’s a light under her cigarette and without even checking who offered her this lifesaving (how ironic as the cancer sticks are doing something way opposite) spark. She takes in a deep breath and finally feels the smoke fill her lungs. It burns. But in a way it reminds her that shes alive. She’s here. Still breathing. Then she slowly lifts her eyes up to see to who she owes this thanks and her eyes widen.

You stand in front of her. As beautiful as ever. You’ve matured. Your hands are now full of battle scars that tell your story, your face looks sharper, you’re taller and the soft smile on your face makes her heart beat faster. You’re obviously tired. Tired from carrying the world on your shoulders. Tired from being one of the strongest in your clan. Your hand moves away from her face and you put the lighter back in the pocket of your black leather jacket. The wind blows and moves your hair around with its gust. And Shoko thinks that you’ve never looked prettier. People should worship your beauty. Deities would be jealous of how you looked at that second.

Suddenly she thinks about the summer ten years ago. When you were holding her in your hands and whispering sweet nothings into her ear. Promising a fairy tale future where the two would be happy. Together. It was right before you broke her heart, leaving when someone attacked your clan and started a war. They needed you. But selfishly Shoko thinks she needed you more than they did.

“You look good.” You’re the first to break the silence. You grin but the smile doesn’t reach your eyes and Shoko frowns a bit. “How have you been?” Your voice is scratchy. Like you’ve been yelling for a while. And maybe you were. You were always strong physically but mentally you always needed support, which she understood. If she was the one in your shoes she would’ve probably gave up a long time ago.

“Hm.” She hums and looks you up and down, smoke surrounding the both of you and she wishes it could bring you closer to her. “I’ve been okay. Same old.” Shoko’s voice sounds more womanly, you think. It’s mature. It’s the voice of a mother that tells her children tales as old as time. “How are you? It’s been a while.” Ten years, Shoko wanted to scream. It’s been ten years without you.

“As good as a sorcerer could be, I guess.” You laugh slightly.

“Not so sure about that.” Shoko scoffs. “You’re not enjoying your time stuck somewhere in an expensive mansion with millions in your bank.”

“How do you know I’m not?” You tilt your head to the side.

“You wouldn’t be here.”

“I’m here to see you.” Shoko swears her heart stops after you say that. Her lips tremble a bit and she feels like a teenager in love all over again. Crazy how you can just show up and turn her world over. But she can’t let you do that. What if you slip away from her grasp again? Shoko couldn’t live with a second heartbreak. So she just nods her head.

“I’m sorry.” Your voice is soft now. “I wish things would’ve been different.” You sigh and look to the side, studying the nature surrounding you both. “I had to leave. My clan needed me. And I knew you deserved someone better. Someone who could actually stay by your side. I didn’t want you to worry about me too much.” You smile at her. “I wanted you to be with someone who could actually promise you their safety. I was living every day questioning my existence.”

“You’re an idiot.” Shoko puffs out the smoke of her cigarette. “An idiot to believe that I would ever love someone as much as I loved you.”

She feels you take her palm into your hands as you now stare into her eyes with so many emotions.

“Then please. Let me make up for all of the years we lost. I know it’s been a decade.. But my love for you always stayed.”

Shoko smiles and the cigarette falls down to the rock path. She steps one step closer to you and your lips touch.

For the first time in ten years Shoko feels alive again.

What’s your favourite scary movie?

Ghostface!Geto x f!reader

Your ex was always a bit weird, but you still loved him. After breaking up you went to your first halloween party with your friends. What could go wrong?

Warnings: death, blood, horror?, crazy Geto, swearwords, maybe a tiny bit suggestive? Geto is an asshole.

Around 1.6k words

English is not my first language and I did not re-read this. Spelling mistakes?

You stand in front of the bedroom mirror looking at yourself. The costume fit you well, hugging all the right spots. You’ve never looked hotter. Shoko, your friend which somehow managed to drag you into this mess, whistled behind you.

“You look good.” she smirked as she took out the last cigarette from her beat down box that looked like it was run over by that stupid bus that takes you to university. “You should put on those white thigh high socks and then I’ll spray you with some blood.”

“Hopefully it’s fake.” you roll your eyes and smirk at the med student. “I don’t want any of your study rat’s blood on me.”

“You’ll find out afterwards.” Shoko says sarcastically and leaves the room while the smell of cigarettes stays right there with you and travels all the way to her room.

You let out a sigh as you fix your cheerleader uniform and then walk up to a drawer, starting to look for those white thigh high socks. You hum a tune as you finally take them out, putting them on and then on top of them you put on your worn out converses that you don’t mind spraying with fake blood. Shoko steps back in the room and before you can even react you feel something cold, wet and sticky splash onto your body.

“What the fuck, Shoko?!” You squeal as you turn to look at your friend. She was already standing there with the biggest grin and then you feel more of the substance hitting your body. “Bitch!?”

She just laughs.

“Finally you look perfect.” She says and takes the last hit of her cigarette before putting it out in an ashtray you left for her in your room. You bought it when you went to Paris with your ex. You grimace at the memory and shake your head.

“Gojo is coming with us.” She says as she looks at her phone. Funnily enough, she was a bloody nurse for halloween. Said it was an easy costume as she already had all of the clothes she’ll never use again from previous years.

“Will he be there?” You ask with a slight tone to your voice.

“Don’t know. Gojo didn’t say and I didn’t ask.” She shook her shoulders and took you by your hand. “C’mon let’s go. Gojo’s waiting outside.”

“Already?” You raise an eyebrow as you follow her out.

-

The same second you stepped into the party, Gojo was already gone. He was dressed up as Jack Frost and you only rolled your eyes as he ran after the first hot girl he saw. Shoko on the other hand stayed with you for a while but then left to look for someone who had cigarettes and wanted to share. So you were left all alone standing in the stupid party you didn’t even want to come to.

You saw a few familiar faces here and there, no one you were too close with. Though it was quite okay. At least you weren’t stuck in your room, depressing over your ex-boyfriend.

You fix your skirt as you take a step towards the kitchen. Your throat was dry and you wanted another beer. As you walk into the kitchen the music dims down behind you. Whoever was throwing this party was rich. Everything was neat and expensive. Even the fridge was way bigger than necessary. You smirk as you notice the note on the fridge informing you that instead of ice, there was wine in there. You take a glass and pour yourself some. But before you can take a sip something stops you. A sound. A scream.

Someone was screaming out of pain. Your eyebrows furrow as you slowly get closer to the door. Was that just a part of this party? After all it was halloween. But before you can check it out, someone touches your shoulder and you drop the wine. You let out a scream and turn around to see Gojo towering over you with the biggest smirk.

“You asshole!” You point a finger at his chest while he just laughs.

“You should’ve seen your face! It was so funny.” He wipes off tears from his eyes. “I should’ve taken a-“ suddenly he goes quiet and his eyes widen.

“Satoru?” You ask softly before looking down at his stomach. It was bloody. And the blood spot was getting bigger while something sharp was sticking out. Suddenly it was removed and Gojo opens his mouth for a second. But all that could be heard was a gurgling sound. Blood spills out of his mouth and his body goes limp, falling onto the floor. Once where was his body, stood a tall masked and hooded figure.

Without a word you start running as fast as you could. As you leave the room you see more dead bodies laying around as people try to leave the house, boarding the doors and pushing each other. You start running towards the stairs to the second floor. Maybe you could jump out the window. It wasn’t the safest plan but there was no other option. You heard your shoes hit the floor as you run up the stairs, opening doors of random rooms. You see a big window in one and you smile in victory as you run to it. You start opening it and then look down. It was quite a fall but you’d survive. Maybe strain something or break a bone in the worst case scenario. Or in the best one, after all you don’t want death.

One of your legs go through the window, but before you could jump someone grabs onto your hair and pulls you back. You let out a terrifying scream out of fear and pain and feel something sharp next to your throat. You try not to squirm too much as the sharp tip of the blade was touching your neck.

“Hey.” A deep voice that sounded robotic says. “What’s your favourite scary movie?”

“I don’t watch scary movies.” You answer in a whisper, too scared to move.

“You have a boyfriend, beautiful?”

“Why is this how you want to ask me out on a date?” You spit the words out this time in a panic, thinking about Shoko. Was she dead? Did she manage to get out? Suddenly Gojo’s dead body lingers in your mind and tears well up in your eyes.

“Maybe. Do you have a boyfriend?” He asks again getting closer to your ear.

“No.”

He throws you onto the bed and laughs. His gloved hand grabs onto the end of the mask and pulls it up. And suddenly you’re met with the brown eyes your so familiar with. They’re wide with lust and adrenaline as he looks at you with a big creepy smile. If none of this was happening - you would think he looks quite hot. But now you’ve never been more scared of your ex.

“Awe. You never looked for anyone else. So cute. Such a good girl.” He smirks as he steps closer to you.

“Y-you.. You killed Gojo?” You couldn’t believe it. Why would Geto kill his own best friend?

“He was getting too close to you for my liking.” Suddenly he pressed the blade into your thigh, slashing it a bit and staining your white thigh highs with more blood. This time though, it wasn’t fake. You let out a whine out of pain and he shuts you up with a kiss. “You belong to me. Don’t you ever forget that.” He whispers into your lips and brings the knife to your throat.

“Please.. Please don’t kill me.” You ask while tears fall down your face and he just chuckles wiping them off. His hands were stained with blood and while touching you he was also staining you with the blood of your innocent friends.

“You’re so pretty when you beg.” He grins. The tip of the blade reaches your shirt and he starts cutting it open. “Y’wanna know why I killed them all?” He hums. “Because I fucking hated them. I hated them all. Stupid monkeys.. So filthy and stained by the world. And I hate you too. Oh you have no idea how much I fucking hate you.”

“Suguru..” you let out a chocked sob.

“Shh.. shut up.” He grabs your face, squishing your cheeks making your lips pout. “You’re so pretty, but so fucking dumb. If you-“

Sirens of police were heard outside and Geto smirks as he steps away.

“If you tell anyone. I’ll kill every single person you love. And then.. I’ll kill you.” He puts his mask down and the robotic voice is back again. “By the way.. You look so hot in that costume.”

And then he’s gone again as you lay in the bed all alone and bloody, crying.

Extra:

You were laying on the couch in the living room. It’s been a few weeks after the incident. Shoko was safe. She was the one who called the police as she was outside for quite a while, smoking a cigarette. Now she was in school as you were left at home alone.

The phone rang and you lazily picked it up.

“Hello?” You say softly, as you were laying really comfortable and almost falling asleep.

“(Y/N). What’s your favourite scary movie?”

pairing: gojo satoru x reader

genre: angst, subtle mentions of death

an: sooo I haven’t written anything in a long while＼(￣▽￣)／ﾔｯﾀｰ! because fuck uni; consider this as a debut long piece on this blog. hope you liked it! (•̀ᴗ•́)و

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"Sensei, can I ask you something?”

Ears perked up upon hearing Itadori’s question, the sorcerer signals his student to go ahead. Having exchanged hushed whispers amongst his other two classmates, Sukuna’s vessel finally musters the courage to speak up. The tension reeking in the atmosphere alone is intense, heavy enough for Gojo to feel the weight of it upon his shoulders. 

“What is it, Yuuji-kun?”

“Have ... have you failed to save someone in the past?” 

With that, the white-haired male falls silent. Sunglasses dropped and mouth agape, he fails to answer his student’s question. Perhaps it is the oddity of the unexpected question itself which takes Gojo off guard, or the fact that the usual happy-go-lucky pink-haired teen comes up with such a heavy topic to talk about out of the blue. 

Yet neither of which is the root cause resulting in the sorcerer’s sudden loss of words. Little did Itadori and his classmates know, what sounds like a seemingly harmless inquiry about their teacher’s past soundlessly reopens a cicatrix deep within his heart, rekindling memories of his suppressed past that he wishes could be left behind. 

“Sensei? Are you okay?” 

The seconds tick by, but Gojo only responds with silence. 

Gaze boring deep into the ground and away from his beloved students, the sparkle in his cerulean eyes dwindling into a transient, dull flicker. Time heals all wounds, yet it is soon proven ineffective for him as the male reluctantly takes a trip down the dreaded memory lane, plunging headfirst into what Gojo deems the epitome of hell — his past, once more. 

Predestined to become a sorcerer since birth, the white-haired man already anticipated the multitude of obstacles he would face in time: instances when he teetered on a tightrope between life and death were of common knowledge, which he didn’t have a problem dealing with — being the strongest and all that. 

Yet the one thing Gojo despised the most throughout his arduous journey of becoming a sorcerer was the obligation to make decisions (while achieving the goal of pleasing the higher-ups) that even he grew tired of doing so. The jujutsu world was sickening to say the least. Ironically, being a prominent member of it all — while inheriting the title as the next heir of the Gojo clan at the same time, his life was inseparable from its overwhelming toxicity. All those useless elders who were all bark and no bite together with their old-fashioned beliefs made the young man utterly revolted to the core. And if he were given the chance to leave everything behind, Gojo would’ve had done so without hesitation. 

Trapped in this pernicious world where even breathing felt lethal, the optimism towards humanity’s salvation which once burned bright in the sorcerer’s heart like ardent flames had now receded into dying embers. The world was beyond his capability to be saved; in fact, those who were ready to be rescued constitutes a mere couple. 

Was everything I did really what the world needed right now? 

Would the choices I make be another regret of mine later in life? 

What is the point of surviving in a world like this? 

Wouldn’t death be of any difference?

Eventually, Gojo fails to seek for his resolve, no longer holding onto a reason why he should continue treading down the path of being a sorcerer. If the elders are that obstinate about changing the world is it currently is, then why should he? If all is doomed to perish in curses, would his forlorn efforts even make a difference to humanity’s inevitable demise? He doesn’t know about it anymore, nor does he care. Even with his six eyes, the future ahead becomes unprecedented; and bit by bit, Gojo finds himself sinking into a bottomless abyss. Dragged down by inexplicable displeasure towards the world revolving around him, his spirit is on the verge of extinction, sanity hanging precariously by a thread. 

Sinking, he slowly embraces the darkness in his awaiting path.

Except that you are there to guide him out of the mist just as he is about to lose sight of his true self. 

Akin to a lighthouse illumining the infinite murkiness corrupting his heart, you lead him back into the light. What feels like doom and gloom suffocating his entirety suddenly dissipates into thin air the instant you wander into his life by coincidence. 

The memory of meeting you for the first time resurfaces in Gojo’s mind every now and then, as if all of which happened yesterday. Upon returning from an easy mission, the sorcerer mindlessly meandered through a labyrinth of streets and alleyways; night drew into Shinjuku, and the remnants of copper hues from the horizon were gradually replaced by a myriad of neon colours. Eyes averted onto scintillating lights in the distance, Gojo found his gaze lost in an opaque blur. 

Was this how the world was supposed to look like in the first place? Why was it within this decaying world that people still managed to smile? Weren’t they afraid of dying —

Just then, a young woman caught the sorcerer’s stare. The first thing he noticed was her outfit; sorcerers were rare even in the modern era, not to mention meeting one by chance on the streets could be considered a once-in-a-blue-moon phenomenon. For Gojo to coincidentally cross paths with another one of his kind, he certainly wasn’t expecting that. Nevertheless, what surprised him the most was her words to him the second she sauntered past. 

“You’re lost, aren’t you?” 

Despite how most people around him thought of his behaviours as being melodramatic, Gojo Satoru wasn’t a particularly expressive individual. With the weight of the world weighing upon his shoulders, he mastered the ability to mask his emotions — regardless of the overwhelming urge for him to let it all out. With time, the male forced himself to numb away his feelings. Nobody had ever been able to read him like an open book, so why could you? 

“How —“

“I can see it in your eyes.” Breathing out a heavy sigh, you rested a hand on his arm. As your fingers conjured patterns on his skin, an unexplainable seep of warmth flooded through his veins; unveiling his walls, you soon perceived what seemed like his inner core: decaying into nothingness, almost lifeless, the vermilion walls which were once of a bright crimson fading into maroon —almost ashen. It was no wonder why the most powerful sorcerer to ever walk the earth looked so dead on the inside. 

He was indeed dying, and you were determined to save him no matter the cost. 

“I know how you feel, trust me. I’ve gone through that same phase where I’m so fed up with my job as a sorcerer ... it feels like no matter what I do, it would be of no avail. It’s vexing, not to mention a huge pain in the ass. But I just grit my teeth and move on. The reason I’m still a sorcerer now is simple: to live for another day, where I could see the sunset.” 

“Huh?” 

“W-what I mean is, instead of worrying about a future that is out of your control, why don’t you focus on the present? That way, you might find a little motivation to make it through every day.” Albeit confused as to why you would go out of your way to help a stranger like him, a smile made its way to replace the apparent crease on Gojo’s face. 

“Thank you ...?” 

“y/n, y/n l/n — Grade 1 sorcerer. Nice to meet you, Gojo Satoru.” 

“The pleasure is mine.”

Gratefully, he expressed his gratitude — to which you responded with a smile. It wasn’t simply a grin, it was one that would warm the cockles of his heart. Of all the people he met, most masked their ugly intentions beneath the disguise of feigned kindness; people disgusted him, but your simper was genuine. For once, he felt peace within his heart. And just like you said, he would try to hold onto something tangible — a minuscule drive that would help him go through what felt like a torturous infinity. 

You. 

Had you not reached out to him, Gojo would’ve had gone astray from his primary goal; had you not broken down the walls he’d built, he wouldn’t make it through to another day; had you not crossed paths with him, the sorcerer wouldn’t know what to do with the rest of his life in a world he oh so despised. Your presence reminded him that he was never alone to start with, that no matter how tired, helpless or dire whatever situation he might be in, there would always be someone he could rely on. 

At least for now, the male would continue his battle. 

For the sake of humanity, and to see you for one more day. 

“Anyway, do you have any plans for the day?”

“I’m going to watch the sunset. Want to come?” 

“Why not?” 

Yet not every fairy tale began with once upon a time, and not every anecdote would come to a perfect close with happy-ever-afters. 

By the time Gojo rushed to the location which you’d last sent him for backup, you were already lying in a pool of blood, the curse you were supposed to exorcise being out of plain sight. His heart sank in utter despair; and unable to hold back surging waves of emotions, tears started to fall down the sides of the sorcerer’s cheeks as he rushed to you as fast as his legs could carry him. 

“y/n ... y/n! Stay with me ... I’ll call Shoko to come over in a sec.” Feeling desperate nudges on your shoulder and tears falling onto your ashen cheeks, your eyelashes fluttered with a hearty effort, earning a relief sigh from Gojo. 

“Thank goodness ... fuck, I was so scared for a moment ya know? Just stay awake, okay? I promise everything would be alright —“

“Satoru ... I’m glad you’re here ...” 

The sight alone made his heart wrench. Like a wilting flower, your life was slipping away soundlessly in his palms, and there was nothing he could do other than holding you in close proximity. The faltering palpitation of your pulse, the shallow breaths that dwindled to a trickle, the expanse of grey fading into carmine as you laid motionless on the icy concrete, your hollow gaze meeting his harrowing ones as tears were spilled endlessly. 

Gojo berated himself immensely, for not rushing to your aid as soon as possible — especially when the tragedy could’ve had been avoided, for being incapable of saving you from death’s door — unlike how you had rescued him back then, and for everything he owed you. Even as you flashed a faint grin at the distressed sorcerer, reminding him not to take the blame on his own, there was no way the male would forgive himself for something like this. 

Even if he had all the power in the world, what would be the meaning of all this  — when he couldn’t even save the one person he cared about the most?

"y/n ... I’m so sorry ...” A tinge of rawness laced with belated regret etched the back of Gojo’s throat whilst he croaked out his apology. 

“It’s never your fault, dummy ...” Reaching out your trembling hands, you weakly poke him on the cheek. Hearing this only made the sorcerer weep even harder, his grip on you tightening. His uniform was ensanguined with your blood, yet Gojo couldn’t care less about that at this moment. 

At this point, his only wish was to hold you in his arms for one more time. 

“Satoru ...”

“Yes?” The sorcerer sniffled through tears. 

“I want you to watch the sunset ... promise?” 

“It ... it would never be the same without you! No ... no way would I —“ He was about to protest when you shakily placed a finger to his lips. 

“Pl ... please.” 

Silence canopied the two of you like a blanket. 

“Wherever you are, I would always be there ... watching the sunset with you. Jus’ promise me ... this one last thing, ‘kay?” 

And with a heavy heart, Gojo nodded begrudgingly. 

“Live on ... and I love you, dummy.”

Smiling at him for the last time, you exhaled your last breath of air, passing away peacefully in the male’s trembling arms. Dazzling rays of the setting sun shone across the skyline, emanating its balmy radiance. Yet the sorcerer didn’t feel the same warmth from the sun as before. To him, its rays reached him, but they ceased to save Gojo from the tenebrosity of his heart. Your passing felt like a mighty rip from a page in his life; and without you, he was this close to giving up. 

Gojo Satoru was alive and breathing, yet this was the day when his heart died. 

Along with you. 

“Sensei, are—are you alright?” Concerned inquiries from his students snap the white-haired sorcerer back into reality. Adjusting his sunglasses and choking back a sob, he manages to give Itadori his long-awaited response. 

“... of course I have.” Gojo’s voice lowers to what feels like a hoarse, pained whisper. “Even the strongest sorcerer cannot save anyone. There is no way time can be rewound ... but all we can do is to live, for the sake of those who love and care immensely for us. Remember that, kids.” 

With that, he leaves the room, leaving the three first-years utterly speechless as they start to discuss how this is a brand new face of Gojo in which they have never discovered in the past — only curious as to why he is showing this side of himself now. 

As the saying goes — the journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.

Yet for Gojo Satoru, the path to him becoming the strongest sorcerer of all time started with the agony of goodbye.

— now playing ➪ JJK remix —

GOJO Satoru

It started with goodbye

FUSHIGURO Megumi

why play pretend (when our love is real)

FAKE TEXTS

thirst lyric prank; megumi | itadori | gojo

pairing: fushiguro megumi x reader

genre: fake dating, friends to lovers, humour, fluff, when a pretentious relationship becomes the real deal

an: fake dating with megumi? sexy ;)

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how it all began:

“Megumi, I — I know this might be too much of a favour to ask from you ... but could you please be my boyfriend for a month?”

The instant you blurt out your request, he almost chokes on lukewarm cup of tea in his hands. Blinking for a few seconds, the raven attempts to gather his thoughts, pondering whether this is just another one of Itadori’s and Nobara’s antics to get him riled up. Yet discerning the pleading, serious glint in your eyes, he is positive that you aren’t just planning to mess around with him.

“... why? Pretty sure you have other people you could ask for help —“

“Please! I can’t think of anyone else but you to help me with this ...”

Having said that, you fall silent. As much as Megumi tries to keep himself out of unnecessary trouble, he just couldn’t muster the words to turn you down. Perhaps it is the inkling of curiosity that get the better of him, making the raven wonder what got you into this predicament. Nevertheless, he isn’t the type to poke his nose into other’s business; and as long as you aren’t ready to tell him the reason for doing so, he wouldn’t press on about it.

After all, everything is an act and it is just going to last for a month. Nothing could go wrong. Right?

dating megumi would be:

poor boy is clueless with anything related to love so he has ABSOLUTELY no idea what to do. Tries to avoid going to gojo for advice as much as he can but he eventually gives up LMAOOO

megumi isn’t a particularly expressive person and doesn’t show lots of physical contact with you in public, which makes it hard to convince itadori and the others about your “relationship” with the raven (because none of the would expect him to be the first one to find a partner)

literally freezes every time you initiate any form of contact with him, even if it’s just accidentally brushing against his hands. the first time you unintentionally fall asleep on his shoulder, thinking that it’s nothing more than normal things couples do, megumi feels like he’s about to pass out someone save him I swear

even if he knows all of this isn’t real, he still does his best to be a good boyfriend and plays his role well, gradually opening up to you bit by bit (not like he hasn’t done it before, he just becomes a lot more comfortable around you without knowing after all of this started)

probably everyone already mentions this but he would definitely summon his demon dogs for you to play with

the most he’s going to do for PDA would probably be linking your pinky with his or holding hands. moments when he would show his vulnerable side to you would only be reserved behind closed doors

late night talks become a lot more common as the two of you lie on his bed, discussing about anything both of you could think of

both of you would share a closer bond, now that you and him are in a fake relationship; the two of you would always be there for one another, lending a shoulder for each other to cry on in the dead of the night when the tipping point is reached

unknowingly smiles a little more just for you

growing up without the comfort and warmth of a complete family, megumi learns to conceal his emotions for the sake of protecting his older sister and those around. he is often the one saving others, yet at times — the raven just want someone to hold him in their arms, reminding him that everything would be alright (with the person being nobody other than you ;))

becomes a little more bold with compliments because the inkling of mischief inside megumi likes to see you utterly flustered as he praises you for no reason

he doesn’t get jealous easily. you and him are simply just faking the relationship, why would he waste his time thinking about how this one guy leans a little too close towards you to his liking, or how you and your other male friends flirt with one another for fun? even so, his heart would sink a little every time he sees you spending time with others but not him

tries to brush aside the emotions and deny that he has feelings for you, but they grow stronger with time, eventually getting the better of him. slowly, it starts to affect his daily performance; even the others around him notice how the raven has been acting queer lately

megumi’s mind would wander off to think about you every now and then, his overthinking tendencies kicking in as he wonders if the thought of being in an actual relationship with him has ever crossed your mind

how it ended:

A month has passed in the blink of an eye, much to his displeasure. He should’ve been relieved that all of this is over, that he finally doesn’t need to keep up with the act or wear a facade in front of anyone anymore. Everything is over, and life would move on. Yet what is this sinking feeling in his chest? What is with the lingering melancholy at the back of his head?

“Megumi, I can’t thank you enough for everything you’ve done in the past month. Thank you so much for helping me through this. I know it’s weird for me to say so, but I hope you don’t mind both of us being friends again —“

“I don’t think I can do that, y/n.”

The chaste response takes you off guard, with the raven slowly approaching you, backing you up into a corner. In close proximity, you are basked in an endless sea of midnight blue; with his fluttering eyelashes tickling your cheeks as he leans forward — being merely inches away from you, you could feel heat rising to your cheeks.

“Wha — what do you mean?”

“Over the past month, I’ve found myself falling hopelessly for you. At first I thought the feelings arise because you and I were in a fake relationship; but then I realise that all the sparks of emotions that have been rekindled whenever we are together are raw — are real. I fall in love with who you are: your talents, your personality, you. If that’s the case, why play pretend ... when our love is real?”

Time pauses for an instant the moment he voices out his confession. Eyes widened and jaw dropped, you think your ears have been deceiving you.

This couldn’t be happening —

“y/n, would you date me — only that our relationship is real this time?”

In spite of the shock, you slowly regain composure; flashing a genuine smile at the pair of earnest, mesmerising eyes, you don’t even need to think twice to tell Megumi your answer.

“I’d love to,” Throwing yourself into his chest, you snuggle your face into your newfound partner’s neck as both of you relish your first embrace as official lovers. “lover boy.”

“Megumi’s ears turn pink when he lies.”

“They do not!” Megumi’s eyes shot up from the book he had been reading, wide and shocked that you would say such a thing. But — sure enough — within seconds of saying that his ears had started to change to a shade of pinks

As if sensing it, his dropped his book and quickly covered his ears. You had started to laugh alongside your two other friends, finding the display to be comical and cute at the same time.

“No way!” Yuji laughed, Nobara had fallen into his side from laughing at the fact that brooding, stoic Megumi couldn’t lie without a dead giveaway. “Yes way! It’s been like that since we were kids!” You exclaimed proudly, ignoring the way Megumi grumbled as you further damned him.

“I always forget the two of you go WAY back.” Nobara finally caught her breath, wiping the tears from her eyes as she straightened again. “Yep, since Gojo brought him in.” You slung your arm around Megumi’s shoulder just for him to push it off.

“Aw ease up, Meg! You can tell them an embarrassing secret about me if you wanna make things even.” You pouted, bringing your drink to your lips as his gaze met yours.

“Y/N used to sleep in my bed until we entered middle school.”

You choked on the fizzy drink you had been sipping, half of it going back into the cup as you started to cough. “AYE!” Yuji seemed more appalled than Nobara, the short haired girl just muffling her laughter behind her hand.

You recovered quickly, setting your drink down just to smile sweetly. “I only stopped because Megumi got embarrassed about waking up with a morning hard-on everyday.” Forget his ears turning pink, Megumi’s entire face was turning bright red.

“I was going through puberty!” He practically hissed at you, ignoring the fact that Nobara and Yuji were practically crying at this point as the two of you argued like an old married couple.

An unfinished thought but it makes me giggle regardless :)

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IMAGINE SATORU GOJO

known for being the strongest jujutsu sorcerer in all of Japan. the most prized in the Gojo clan. his very name could make curses tremble in absolute fear. the first person in 400 years to inherit limitless and six eyes. the honored one. owning all these immense titles others could even dream of. despite all the power he possessed. he still had one weakness. his only weakness was you. not just you. your sweet cunt too...

satoru couldn't explain it. it was just something about the way your wet gummy walls would slide so smoothly on his shaft. it would make his knees weak and heart pound. he never knew he would get so desperate just for you and how gentle you were with him.

who knew the satoru gojo could get so pussy drunk. so lost in the ecstasy that you brought him. the way your jaw would drop so perfectly, as you let out angelic moans and cries whenever you would slam yourself back down on him.

and satoru wasn't ashamed of it either. he would show you how good you made him feel. deep groans leaving his lips as he lets you do all the work. heavy grunts and huffs echoing in your ears. you knew you drove him crazy.

there was no denying it, that your cunt had put a powerful love spell on him. keeping him eager for more. making him so needy and weak just for you. but you were the only one who could get him like this. who could get him so submissive and vulnerable. it was a talent that only you had.

a/n: short, not edited, writes block sucks!! hopefully I'll have a couple fics out soon!!